Whenever I do get the chance to hear someone read out their poem on dying love or life’s long journey let’s face it…I want to run for the hills.

I know, I KNOW! It’s cruel, but hey I’m a writer and I’m an introvert. How else am I going to feel other than awkward? As much I like to poke fun at this idea, I do actually love writing and reading poems. There are some things a great poem can do that a novel just can’t and, as if you didn’t know where I’m going with this, here are three of those things.